Rempeskes
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23-10-11
01:31
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Far and wide as the eye can wander
Heath and bog are everywhere.
Not a bird sing out to cheer us.
Oaks are standing gaunt and bare.
We are the peat bog soldiers
Marching with our spades to the moor
Up and down the guards are marching
No one, no one can get through.
Flight would mean a sure death facing
Guns and barbed wire block our view
But for us there is no complaining
Winter will in time be past
One day we shall rise rejoicing
Homeland, dear, you're mine at last.
No more the peat bog soldiers
Will march with our spades to the moor...
Heath and bog are everywhere.
Not a bird sing out to cheer us.
Oaks are standing gaunt and bare.
We are the peat bog soldiers
Marching with our spades to the moor
Up and down the guards are marching
No one, no one can get through.
Flight would mean a sure death facing
Guns and barbed wire block our view
But for us there is no complaining
Winter will in time be past
One day we shall rise rejoicing
Homeland, dear, you're mine at last.
No more the peat bog soldiers
Will march with our spades to the moor...
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